Ahhh, DST

It’s 13 minutes before licht bentschen. The kids are bathed and playing nicely. The guests have settled in. Everyone’s showered and dressed. That content exhaustion that comes at the conclusion of a week of hard but productive (and, alas, sometimes hard but futile) work has begun to set in.

And there was no mad rush, no forgotten lights or timers, no heading to shul with a 5 o’clock shadow.

I love Daylight Savings Time.

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